Just about every night of the year, the neighborhood girls and women gather in a circle on the road, directly across from our house. They pull out carpets to sit on the road or squat (they never sit directly on the dirt!), and pass the evening away chatting and gossiping. Each night they take turns buying sunflower seeds and share them around the circle. I occasionally join them, knowing that if I don't, the evening's gossip will most likely be about me!
Last week, there was a quick and hard down pour of rain. Steve and I ran home in the rain, and laughed when we got to our gate. Six neighborhood girls, almost identically dressed, had sought dry refuge under our porch. So much for having our gate locked!